when yu minghui heard the words 'old bastard', he was the first to burst out laughing. he covered his mouth and laughed secretly, waiting to watch a good show.
the three children on the table held spoons in their hands and stretched their necks to look at the parrot.
yu linjiang's expression became even worse. just as he slammed his chopsticks on the table, the flat-furred beast on the rack also had a stubborn temper and immediately shouted unrestraint, " "old bastard! he had a fierce look on his face! dead look! if you're not convinced, then come and fight me!"
"cough cough!" yu jing took a sip of her drink and ran it through her pipe. she couldn't help it.
yu mingrong furrowed her brows. " nonsense! seventh brother, why aren't you taking this out? "
unexpectedly, the parrot immediately bared its fangs and brandished its claws. " "you're the thing! little bastard, try and touch your grandpa sun!"
